Shell - Gardens

Dodging bullets at the right times

Think it over in your right mind

How could you know?

Cleanse your self of the disease

Crunching numbers isn’t easy

But where do you go?

Where did you go?

Turn into yourself, empty and cold

Your body, a shell

No, you wouldn’t tell

Still losing sleep like anyone else

There’s a mother on her knees, but you’re the static on my screen.

How does it feel to be turning the wheel?

So make some wrong from all your rights

I swear the sentience won’t bite

But how would you know?

How would you know?

I know you’ve been so, all alone